Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Combat, artist - Sunz Of Man. Album song Elements, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2016
Record label: Echo International
Song language: English
Combat |
What’s up man? |
Aight |
Yo Priest what’s up with that track man? |
Let me represent that shit for dolo man, fuck that |
Yo fuck that man, word is bond |
I’m reckin on this mike man, fuck that kid |
What up |
I’mma transport inside the mind that ya got |
And I’mma transport to a braisol and drop to begin |
To spread ya Aloe head gel |
Every tape has an inmate and blow up ya brain cells |
All ya reactions is trapped in my time warp |
And smoke 'em, ya get leg broken |
Home, choken by roast a deli slogans |
To once, quick to get guns I blow ya open |
I’m from the L’s of the Murderville |
Where we possess to kill, and strangle the demons, cuz schemin on skills |
My styles is disguised, nigga ply ya naked eye |
I twist minds, insert through ya disc drives |
To reprogram ya dead computer, they ain’t no future |
When ya beein in a killin zone cross shooter |
Hype is not for winners it’s for sinners that are losers |
Guess I spell profanity, on all mics that’ll handle me |
Then I brain damage, leave ya deaf, dumb and stranded |
Abandon all ya missed, understand it understands |
See it’s hectic, for niggas that quenchin |
So they get wetted, with techs in their hands, hoes in they head |
Ran on my land, ya kind digest raw stress |
When all ya thoughts up gots to pay tape, I’m x rated |
And love to kick that I made it |
Religion is racism, and I ate this rhythem |
Oh shit, time to execute that new manuever |
Cuz I feel this shit will be very unexpected |
My mind a worse, weapon, murderin all cyphers and sessions |
I love my moms, cuz havin her gone was a blessin |
And they know until I stop, not be ready to I fuck it |
Chop ya head, style, I’m the ripper |
The mentally ill individual, growin up, |
thinkin like, hangin with criminals |
I’m on a Ram-Page and plus I’m lyrical, miracles |
We make niggas dig up they graves, like the Aztecs with AIDS |
All hell pays when ya livin in my Horror Days, in my Horror Days |
Verbally surprising, mind magnetizin |
Niggas is hypnotized from the rhymes I’m vocalizin |
Paragraphs, thoughts, thoughts from distorture |
I dare, from L’s, to when they dwell to my ears fell out |
I get buddha black when I reless the stress |
Thoughts that I address, niggas can’t contest |
Ya get rained on, this random in the flap with the brainstorm |
Create that new shit while ya still singin the same songs |
Get it straight, I paralize ya mind state with hate |
Intense pain, ya brain get maintained to wait superparalysis |
Allowing these brain cells with cow asarbavation |
Of a situation that makes an analysis |
Conclusion, bust might cause confusion cause of the words |
How you like substitution, conclusion, have ya brain get brutalized |
Sabotage ya mental, my rhymes ya can’t manage |
Those that battle, I got that aight no with brain damage |
Niggas step I guess suicidal intentions |
Get throwed out the rain like a dame women extensions |
I leave ya with ya mind in potention |
That rhymes that I mention, |
will blast you through a whole nother dimension |
Your pores, tossed in the land of the lost |
I keep it real, when it feels no remorse, those that cross |
My path, will get blasted to the beginning |
The bottom of the barrel, no tears to admit cuz ya |
thoughts is crazy narrow |
Nah, &lifly the death blow front |
If you wan’t the chance to die, rap fanatic |
A slave to the rhythem like an adict |
Man slaughter, my solid flow is sorta automatic |
When I lift up the spliff and I rip up a rhyme |
For the fool who wanna flip, I gotta rip on the night |
When whenever, I’m clever with the style that I shoot with |
Full of funk, electryifing like ya execution |
To give to the top, a rock, a droppet |
I’m wicked outta here like I’m Mustafa forgot dat |